Someone, who if you had the misfortune to cross, you wouldn’t forget in a hurry — and that was a significant point because the Crown proposed to c...ll three witnesses who hadn’t forgotten him in a hurry, and who had seen him running away from a semi-detached house in Chestnut Grove, just off the Camberwell Road, in the early hours of Saturday morning, April 12th 1973. One of the key witnesses, a night-watchman by the name of Bert Chambers, remembers the clock on the Pentecostal Church striking. Hmmm...I tossed my sunglasses into the trash, and went to work with some bobbypins. Soon my wig was pinned up in a French braid. I looked even morelike a working girl now, and when I left the ladies' room, there was anewfound confidence in my step. Think, girl...I reached into my purse,took out my cell phone, and dialed the toll free number for my rentalcar agency. Making sure nobody was within earshot, I told thereservationist that I wanted to report a stolen car. That's right, itwas stolen. "You like that baby? You like daddy fucking your little mouth? You like that?"Wet slurping noises overpowered him, the groans were primal, bestial."Suck daddy's cock baby. Suck it like momma told you."Her mouth drew him in, hands still stroking steady and hard. Her tongue lathed his thickness, up and down, up and down, all over the moist head, leaking now, leaking fast. She lowered herself further and further; he groaned in aching pleasure as the tight, lapping tunnel of her mouth took him in,. She could feel his hand resting on her head and how eager he was, gently fucking her mouth. She took his cock from her mouth and gently started to stroke him. She leaned forward and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. “Don’t rush baby, we have time.” She leaned back down, this time taking his balls into her mouth, sucking and licking them softly. She had learned what he liked over their short time together and made sure that he was satisfied. She felt compelled to make him feel.